River

I'd scroll through the messages to tell you exactly when, but it would hurt too much. My friend, his real name is Mutt but I called him River most of the time, passed away earlier today. Yesterday he was hit by a car. Drunk Driver, it was a hit and run. I can hardly believe it. And what's worse is that he lives in Oklahoma, and I've never met him. Only saw him once, never heard his voice. I guess two weeks ago I met him on Omegle, and I really liked him, so I added him on Kik so we could talk. I may have only known him two weeks but the's a great friend, a great guy. He worked all the time to help his brothers pay for the rent, and towards the last three days I haven't even talked to him that much, actually. I got so caught up in schoolwork... which makes me feel even more like shit. I hope he understands. I guess it's good to know he's out of pain now, especially because he had AIDS, and living with that must be tough, knowing you could die so easily, with a simple cold. I wanted to tell somebody, even though I'm sure nobody will read this. I wish I could have met him before it was too late, but I was pouring tea earlier and... I don't know, I felt like he was there. Just an outline. Hardly.